I couldn't help it, so I said, "Uncle Fang, it's already this time, when are you going to hide it from me?" My tone was a little complaining.

"Yazhu is already like this! People in the whole town will die! What else do you have to hide from me?"

But looking at the light gradually dimming in Uncle Fang's eyes, he felt a little unbearable. After all, he was an elder, and recently he was a little old because of Yazhu's affairs.

My tone softened, "Uncle Fang, I need to know everything, everything is fine! Only in this way can I save you..."

"Tell you the truth! Those people died of self-harm, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Hearing this sentence, Uncle Fang's pupils suddenly dilated, and there was a panic in his eyes that could not be hidden. I felt even more that things were not that simple.

Uncle Fang squatted on the ground, threw down the cigarette in his hand, and used his toes to stomp the flames of the cigarette butts.

He sighed heavily, "It's such a sin..."

I was ready to listen to a very cruel fact. Uncle Fang had been brewing for a long time and wanted to speak several times. He opened his mouth and swallowed the words to his mouth.

I also waited patiently. Uncle Fang shook his hands and handed me a cigarette. I took it happily. After lit it, I took it deeply. To be honest, the cigarette is such a good thing...

Uncle Fang also took a puff of cigarette and suddenly laughed out loud, "Hmph, it's really a good cycle of reincarnation!"

"Actually, Liu Biyu was not cremated. Before she died... she was insulted by the men in the town! Liu Biyu is a good woman. How could she bear such humiliation? She despised herself for being dirty and tore off her skin in front of everyone..."

Speaking of this, Uncle Fang's hands kept trembling, and it seemed that he was recalling the scene at that time in his eyes.

"They were all scared! Everyone said she was crazy! Her husband took someone to cut off her limbs. I will never forget her screams in my life. I hate it, I didn't stop her at that time! His husband's backstage is too strong..."

When I heard this, I felt a little contemptuous. What's the use of saying these repentances now?

The point is, from Uncle Fang’s tone, he was also on the scene at the beginning?

No wonder I have been hiding it from me all the time. I asked him many times, and he would always focus on telling the other party that the background was terrifying. I am afraid that with his identity, this is what makes him most afraid of.

It is precisely because of this that I subconsciously say it every time, which is to comfort myself.

"Did you dismember her?"

I asked coldly.

Uncle Fang suddenly printed the cigarette butt on the back of his hand, suddenly became furious, and shouted hysterically, "It's not me, I didn't participate!"

At this time, I probably understood that even if he did not participate, he was watching an innocent woman being bullied and abused like this!

I guess when she tear off her skin, she no longer wants to live! Because she disliked herself for being dirty...

"Oh……"

I sneered, even though he was an elder and a friend of my father, the contempt in my eyes could not help but reveal it without reservation.

Uncle Fang put his hands in his waist, covered his eyes with one hand, and cried bitterly, "Blame me! I blame me! I should stop it! But why should I repay my daughter? It's my sin! Just come to me, why should he take revenge on my daughter?"

This is the first time I have heard Uncle Fang curse. His image in my heart has always been a scholarly family, a gentle and elegant gentleman.

But today, I realized that not everyone is as clean as it seems!

I was silent for a long time, smoked the cigarette in my hand alone, then looked down at the ashes on the ground, floating gently with the wind, floating into the air, as light as dust.

Life is so ironic. At this moment, I don’t know what to do! The woman I saw with my own eyes dead in front of me, and someone would find her at dawn, and then everyone would live in fear.

Father Fang looked at me without saying a word, and he gradually calmed down, then squatted down next to me, and said sarcastically, "Do you feel that your Uncle Fang is not a thing?"

I was a little confused for a moment and didn't know how to answer. If I answered no, then I was just saying something against my will. If I answered yes, I was afraid that I would hurt the heart of this middle-aged man.

"Uncle Fang, forgot! It's meaningless to say this now... The most urgent thing is to find a way to solve the current situation, otherwise the people in the town will die..." I said earnestly.

I didn't want to listen to his confession. After all, many things can be turned around without repentance!

People always have to be responsible for what they do, even if they do nothing...

"Xiao Jie... can you help Uncle Fang keep this secret?"

Father Fang looked at me with a begging look on his face.

I wanted to refuse, but my compassion was aroused and I couldn't refuse.

Just when I was about to say good things, I never expected that things would go in an uncontrollable direction.

"Oh? So that's the case?"

A familiar voice came from behind us.

I suddenly turned my head and saw Fang Yazhu's mother at the corner of the stairs. The already dim lights of the corridor made her look even more decadent...

In an instant, it seemed like he had grown up ten years old.

People say that what makes people grow old is not age, but often the experience of that moment.

Fang Yazhu's mother smiled as if she had woken up from a dream, and her eyes became very disappointed.

"Why should you repay the sins you committed to your child... You really deserve to die, why don't you die..." Fang Yazhu's mother suddenly rushed up, pounding Uncle Fang while crying loudly.

I was shocked. History is always amazingly similar. Just two days ago, I also heard similar words, but I changed someone and a place...

Uncle Fang was worried, and then let his wife tear her around him.

After a long time, Fang Yazhu's mother was probably tired and leaned on Uncle Fang's back in exhaustion. Even though they were doing so, they would still have to spend the rest of their lives together in the future.

But I never thought that Fang Yazhu's mother was such a stubborn person.

At this time, the sky was already slightly bright.

Uncle Fang carried his wife upstairs and gently placed it on the sofa. I gently pushed open Fang Yazhu's door and found that the ground was covered with blood. Fang Yazhu was actually self-harm!

The iron chains were tightly surrounding the neck, and my eyes were already rolling. I hurriedly went forward to untie the iron chains and shouted anxiously, "Yazhu! Yazhu! How are you?"

"Hehe...hehe..."

Fang Yazhu laughed unconsciously and said in a low voice.

Fang's father also ran in and looked at everything in front of him. He was exhausted and cried like a child, "Yazhu, Dad, I'm sorry for you, Dad, I'm sorry for you..."
Chapter completed!